I was on my last AC repair last week; the gate that led to the backyard was locked.
I knocked on the front door and waited for the owner of the house to answer. I heard someone yell just a minute, when a little boy about five-years-old, opened the door. He told me his mommy was playing with soap bubbles, and he was going to show me where the air conditioning unit was. As he showed me through the kitchen, I saw where his mommy was doing dishes and there were indeed a lot of soap bubbles. When I walked over to the air conditioning unit, the little boy was behind me. He didn’t say a word, but he sat cross-legged with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands. He watched with the intensity of someone who was trying to memorize each step. When he didn’t understand what I was doing, he asked me to tell him and show him again. I told him he was a pretty smart little guy, and he stood up and told me he was 5 1/2 and going to school when summer was over. I asked him if he was going to go to HVAC school or if he was going to kindergarten? He sat back down and took his position and told me his mommy said he had to go to kindergarten. He said he would rather go to HVAC school, because it would be more fun. When I told him he got snacks and they got to play games in kindergarten, he said he would wait to go to HVAC school after kindergarten.